So moany moany good moany moany
or
Even hot girls have to fart

A hosepipe ban and it's been raining for a week now. I have a chronic sore throat and am spiting blood (doctors appointment for later today). Our jack russell is still in Northumberland as schedules mean we can't collect him till next weekend and I miss him like billy-oh. Had to buy new work shirts cos I put on so much weight in Florida. I finished reading Goats by handsome Mark Poirier and I didn't want it to end and I've now read evereything he's written and he refuses to write quicker (the same thing happened two years ago when I 'discovered' David Sedaris). Despite promising myself I wouldn't bother with Big Brother I have been glued to it since last Thursday (while watching Shahbaz ranting last night Darren told me my fists were clenched!). We know a female version of Shahbaz and I can't be in her company for more than 30 minutes.
However, it's not all doom and gloom. I was overjoyed with the victory of those Finnish horror-pop merchants in Eurovision. The Da Vinci Code has been panned by the critics. My new bike performs great in the wet. Next weekend is a bank holiday and we're off to Blackpool. Speaking of Blackpool, there's a one-off TV drama follow up to last years BBC drama/musical Blackpool called, wait for it, Viva Blackpool! And yes, I did know that the original show was broadcast in America with the title 'Viva Blackpool' (and that it was nominated for a Golden Globe). There's a remastered version of Homosapien by Pete Shelley out now and it's now only 4 days until we are reunited with oor durty dug.